Chapter 16

Morgan

We spent the rest of the day preparing for the press conference in his office. I called Zara and asked her to check in on my cats since Hunter had all my things packed up, shipped to his place and fully unpacked. She agreed only if I promised to meet with her soon for coffee so she could hear all the sultry details of my current love life. I had no choice but to say yes.

Together, we sifted through mountains of documents, fine-tuning every detail of his public statement and anticipating the questions that might come from the media.

Hunter focused on the legal and business aspects, his mind sharp and decisive. Meanwhile, I concentrated on the nuances of public perception, crafting messages that would resonate positively and mitigate any fallout from his uncle's actions, or so I hoped they would.

The hours slipped by, marked only by the rhythmic tapping of our keyboards and the occasional rustling of paper. We were so engrossed in our work that we barely noticed the time until my stomach growled loudly, reminding us that it was well past dinnertime.

It was then that I noticed that the sun had already set.

"Should we order some food?" he asked, glancing at his watch. "It's getting late."

"Thai takeout sounds good," I suggested, grateful for a break. After a little bit of discussion, we settled on a nearby place that he swore had the best Pad Thai in the city.

When the food arrived, we didn't stop working. Instead, we ate and worked and continued on late into the night.

Finally, I yawned, and he cleared his throat, catching my eyes with his.

"I think it's time to call it a day. We've prepared enough," he murmured, and even though his words were innocent, they were full of heat.

"I could go a bit longer. I just want to make sure I've thought this through from every angle," I replied, and he shook his head.

"No. You're not going to," he said purposefully, stopping to roll up his sleeves, and my bottom flexed defensively. His gaze leveled with mine, and I swallowed my protests. "You're going to finish whatever you're working on, and then you're going to come home with me, take a long, hot bath, and then we'll deal with the press conference in the morning together."

"Yes, sir," I replied, reluctantly glancing down at my paperwork for a moment before I looked back up at him. He didn't break eye contact as he stretched and flexed his hands, warning me without words that he wouldn't hesitate to take me in hand if he needed to.

"That's my good girl," he praised, and I hated how my heart swelled with nothing more than his words. "Now finish up what you're doing. Let me know when you're finished, and then we'll go."

"I will," I whispered. Without meaning to, my mind wandered to what his cock felt like between my thighs, and my face heated so hot it felt like it had caught flame.

By sheer force of will, I made myself focus on formulating answers to several more potential media questions, but before too much time had passed, my eyes were growing heavy, and I was yawning more regularly.

"Alright, babygirl, that's enough. Put down your pen," he dictated.

"But I—" I tried.

"Do you need to go over my knee first?" he asked pointedly, sitting back just far enough to display his lap for me, and I shook my head.

"No, sir," I murmured, biting the inside of my cheek nervously.

"Then be a good girl for me," he said softly, and with a sigh, I put down my pen. "You can finish up in the morning before the conference."

"But—" I protested.

In a flash, he had stood up out of his chair, wrapped his hand around my upper arm, and pulled me up out of my seat. Before I could do anything to stop him, he'd lifted my skirt and paddled my panty-clad ass several times with his palm.

I was far more tired than I let on, so it stung more than I was prepared for. He spanked me several more times as I danced from one foot to the other. The scalding burn was far more intense than I'd expected, and before long, my eyes were watering with tears.

"This is just a warning, babygirl. It's time to put your work away. I know how hard you work, how good you are at your job and how exceptionally talented you are. There's nothing you need to prove to me. Now, do we need to finish this discussion with your panties around your knees, or are you going to cooperate and come home with me like the good girl I know you can be?"

With my bottom burning, I quickly nodded.

"Yes, sir! Please, I'll be good," I squeaked.

He stopped smacking my ass for a long moment, squeezing it extra hard so that it stung nearly as much as his hand.

"Good," he replied. He pulled my skirt back into place and smoothed it out, before taking my hand and leading me out of his office. I didn't say a word as I followed him to his car, but my body was certainly communicating. My clit was thrumming with desire, and my panties were already soaked through.

When we climbed into the car together, he slid in beside me, grabbed the back of my neck, and kissed me so hard my lips ached. It left me breathless, taking the whirling thoughts in my mind and quieting them until there was nothing more than the two of us.

He pulled me into his lap and wrapped his arms around me. I leaned against him, pressing my ear to his chest and listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Soon enough, though, I started to fidget, and then I started to think about last night, how he'd sunk one, then two and then three fingers into my bottom hole, and I'd liked it.

I nuzzled him and lightly kissed his neck.

"Be patient, sweet girl. I'll take care of that needy little cunt tonight," he murmured, and my pussy practically spasmed at his words.

"Sir?"

"When we get home, I'm going to strip off every last piece of clothing from your beautiful body. Then I'm going to put you in the bath and wash your properly, before I throw you in my bed and eat out that gorgeous pussy until you pass out. If you're naughty, though, I'll put you to bed, wet and needy, and with a bright red, very sore little ass. Do you understand me?"

My inner walls clenched tight, imaging every bit of the night, and wanting every bit of it, even the spanking.

Maybe that was greedy.

"And what if I'm only a little naughty?" I asked.

"Then I'm going to put you over my knee and plug that needy little bottom before I spank it bright pink," he declared, and all the stress from the day faded away into nothing.

I shifted in his lap, straddling him so that my center pressed against his cock. He was rock-hard, and a bit boldly, I rolled my hips, rocking myself against him.

"I'm feeling pretty naughty, sir," I whispered, and he growled, the sound rolling through me like a sudden summer storm.

The car pulled to a stop, and he cleared his throat.

"Then I think it's time we headed up to my suite," he mused, and I nodded. A bit timidly, I climbed off his lap. All of a sudden, a batch of nerves barreled up through me. What was I getting myself into?

Images of the hard fucking he'd given me over his desk flashed through my mind, and I couldn't get them out.

In silence, he helped me out of the car. I noticed that his expression was absolutely molten, and his cock was still very much erect. He led me through the private entrance and up the elevator.

When the door opened, we stepped out, and in an instant, his hands were at the bottom hem of my shirt. Without a word, he lifted it and tossed it aside. My bra soon followed, along with my skirt and my panties. In moments, I was completely naked.

He didn't take me to the bedroom this time. Instead, he took me straight to the bathroom, where he filled the tub with water and lavender essential oils before he lifted me up off the floor and carefully deposited me in the water. The moment my toes slid in, I realized that it was the perfect temperature, and I sighed happily.

"Now, you're going to let me take care of you, babygirl. If you fight me, than I'm going to have to punish you, and I'd much rather use my tongue on that sweet little pussy than the flat of my hand," he threatened.

I flushed bright pink, his insinuation more than clear. My thighs tensed, almost like I was shielding my pussy from his punishing slaps, and he grinned knowingly.

"Yes, sir," I whispered shyly.

With a warning look, he reached for a bottle of shampoo, pouring a small amount into his palm before gently working it into my hair. His fingers massaged my scalp with a tenderness that was both soothing and exhilarating. The sensation was incredible; each movement of his hands seemed to untangle not just the knots in my hair, but the knots of tension that had built up over the course of the day.

By the time he finished, I was a literal pile of goo.

Gently, he leaned me back and rinsed my hair before he worked a generous amount of conditioner into my dry strands.

"Stand up now, sweet girl," he instructed, and without thinking, I obeyed. The warm water dripped down my body, and the look of desire that crossed his face at the sight of me nearly undid me.

He picked up a spongy loofah off the shelf beside the deep soaker tub and squeezed a liberal amount of lavender body wash onto it before he dragged it across my body. Slowly but surely, he lathered up every inch of me, deliberately avoiding my breasts and between my thighs. When he finally brushed it over my nipples, I pitched forward, but he was there to catch me. Gently, he pressed me upright, circling my tits with the loofah and driving me crazy.

My pussy throbbed greedily.

When he eventually descended in between my thighs, I was trembling. He was far too gentle, the light touches of the sponge teasing and taunting me with pleasure only just out of reach.

"Such a good girl for me," he praised, and my heart melted into mush.

"Please," I begged.

"Turn around, bend over, and grasp the edge of the tub with your hands," he directed.

With a huff of disappointment, I did as he bade me, not wanting to test him since I'd already asked to go over his knee. When he slid the loofah in between my bottom cheeks, it was almost too much for me to bear. My face flamed and embarrassment flew through me in waves, yet still I obeyed.

I didn't know why. Maybe it was to please him. Maybe it was because deep down, a part of me liked him taking care of me so thoroughly.

By the time he was finished, my passionate need felt like it was about to set my whole body aflame.

"You did so well for me," he murmured, and my heart lit up again. "Would you like to enjoy the water a bit more, or are you ready to go over my knee?"

My blush deepened until I was sure my cheeks were as red as a cherry tomato.

"I'm ready to go over your knee, sir," I murmured.

"Then rinse off for me," he directed.

"Yes, sir," I said softly.

I lowered myself beneath the water, rinsing off all the soap and conditioner. When I was ready, I stood back up.

"You were such a good girl, I'm going to have to spank you like one," he purred, and I drew my lower lip in between my teeth. He offered me a hand and I took it. Carefully, I climbed out of the tub with his help.

Wrapping me in a warm towel, he dried me off and led me over to an ottoman, where he had me sit down so he could brush out all of the tangles in my hair.

When he was done, he took the soft fluffy towel away from me and led me into his bedroom, stark naked. There was a small, gift-wrapped box waiting on the bed, and I looked from it to him.

"It's a plug I had especially ordered for your slutty little bottom hole," he explained, and my face reddened even further. I hated how my body heated at his words. "Come, open it."

He picked it up off the bed and handed it to me. Hesitantly, I lifted the top off and moved the tissue paper out of the way to reveal a medium sized metal plug. The bulbous end tapered into a point, and I tensed, the heavy weight of the toy more than a little sobering. On the other side, there was a sparkling green jewel.

"I chose this one because it matches your eyes," he said, before plucking it out of the box with one hand and taking my fingers in his with the other. Gently, he pulled me towards the bed, guiding me to the side of his knees before he jerked me forward over his lap.

I landed facedown, and then he tilted me so that my upper body was supported by the bed. I covered my face with my hands as he slid the toy between my thighs, coating the plug with my wetness. He even slid it into my entrance several times, the stretch aching just enough to remind me exactly where it was going next.

Oh my god. You're going to let him play with your asshole for a second time, you dirty little whore.

My mind admonished me. My body soared with heat.

When he finally slid the tip of the plug backwards, I stiffened, suddenly nervous. I went to push up off his lap, but with one arm, he easily held me in place. The end of the toy brushed against my bottom hole, and his hold on me tightened even before my struggles began.

"You need this, sweet girl. Keep fighting me, and I'll have to punish you with the plug before your good girl spanking," he threatened.

I didn't want to take it gracefully. Deep down, a part of me wanted him to punish me, wanted to know what it was like…

So, I fought him.

"So be it," he murmured, and then he forced the plug into my bottom hole with one brutal thrust.

Pain splintered at the edges of my vision, and a deep, stretching burn coursed up and down my spine with vivid intensity. I keened, my asshole clenching around the plug as spasms of agony raced through my body.

It hurt far more than I'd expected it to.

The pain was sobering, and for several long moments, it was the only thing that existed. I tried not to tense, but my body kept wanting to fight back against the plug, to force it out. His fingers were pressed against the base of it, though, keeping it firmly in place.

I whimpered.

"You were naughty, my little slut, so this tight little asshole needed to be punished," he scolded.

My pussy flooded with heat as I slumped over his thighs.

After a few more seconds, the pain started to ebb away, leaving only a feeling of very heavy fullness behind. My thighs trembled of their own accord, and then he pulled his hand away, only to press it against my bare bottom cheek.

He lightly slapped my ass, and my pussy clenched tight. My asshole tensed at the same time, not letting me forget about the toy inside my bottom. I licked my lips, and my hips bucked a little before I could stop them. He easily shifted me over one leg so that my thighs straddled him, and I yelped as soon as my clit brushed against the soft surface of his pants.

It felt really fucking good.

"You're going to ride my thigh, my needy little slut," he commanded, and I couldn't help but roll my pelvis, inadvertently grinding my clit against his thigh, and a visceral jolt of pleasure burst right through me.

His hand slapped my ass lightly, and then my pussy clenched tight.

I was about to get spanked to orgasm.

Blazing fire coursed through my limbs, and my muscles flexed as I bucked against him.

"Not like that, needy slut. Ride my thigh like you'd ride my cock," he demanded, and my eyes opened wide as a flash of pleasure pierced right through me. "I want to see this beautiful ass of yours writhe and flex. Be a good girl and come for me, hard."

I was so aroused that I hardly thought about what I was doing anymore. My body just started to move. My muscles tightened, and my hips rolled. In earnest, I started to ride his thigh. With my bottom hole sore and full, I was already on the edge of orgasm, and within seconds, I was flying off the precipice into the dark, pleasurable abyss.

His hand peppered my ass with stinging spanks, but that only added to my exquisite white-hot ecstasy.

I rode his thigh like a wild filly, all while getting my ass spanked bright pink. Raw sensation overwhelmed me, from the scalding sting of his hand, to the fullness in my bottom, to the delicious feeling of the rough fabric of his pants against my clit.

"That's it, my good little slut. Come hard for me," he murmured. One orgasm turned into two, and then I completely lost control.

Wildfire seared through my veins, and I began to scream. Ruthless pleasure fired through every nerve. My eyes rolled back in my head, and I soared up into the clouds, and before I knew what was happening, he'd lifted me off his leg and deposited me on my back, which put much more pressure on the plug, which only turned me on even more.

Then the wet warmth of his mouth surrounded my clit, and my mind glitched into a third, more powerful orgasm than all of the rest. I screamed, but he showed me no mercy.

Pain and pleasure came together into one intoxicating sensation. His hands pressed my thighs wide open, pinning me to the bed as he ate my pussy out like his life depended on it.

I didn't know how many times I came.

I just came until I passed out.